Alright so looking at the number of Rune factory fan fiction I guessed that we could use some more. It's kind of dark, but I had the idea and thought it might make a good story. Currently a Oneshot but may become a Twoshot if I get enough positive reviews.

Forgive me

"I can't."

Those two little words sent Raguna's head spinning. He stared at the beautiful elven maid standing before him. The one he loved more then anything, the one who just rejected his proposal.

"What? B-but why? I love you Tabatha… don't you love me?"

"Mister Raguna I do love you, but I cannot leave Miss Bianca alone. My first duty is to her and to marry you for my own selfish reasons…" She trailed off and lowered her head to look at the ground.

"I get it…" Raguna said softly. Then his face hardened, "you're telling me I don't mean as much to you as that self-absorbed bitch, that you take care of day and night, and in return she doesn't give a damn about you or anyone else."

Tabatha's head snapped up at the harsh words coming out of the young man's mouth. Tears sprang up to the corners of her eyes and flowed freely down her cheeks. Raguna felt tears threatening to fall down his own face.

He spun around and started to leave when a gentle hand grasped his arm. Tabatha was sobbing aloud now. Raguna jerked his hand away and started running. He skidded on the snow and fell on his face. He ignored the blood that flowed from his nose, scrambled to his feet and ran into his house.

Raguna slammed the door shut and locked it tightly. He stood for a second before his feet gave way. He buried his head in his hands, blood and tears mixed together, covering his arms and dripping onto the floor.

How long he sat there, he didn't know. But finally he stood up and walked over to his fridge. He stared at the bottle of wine he kept for cooking purposes. He took it in his hands, popped the cork and took a swig straight from the bottle. Then another, and another. He sat at his table and drank until there was no wine left then he passed out, shielded from the real world by the alcohol induced sleep.

Raguna woke the next morning and wished he was dead; his brain was bursting out of his skull. He stared at the tipped over wine bottle on the table. His stomach flipped over and he ran into the bathroom, where he threw up. He turned on the sink, washed out his mouth out then hung his head under the cold spray.

After a few minutes Raguna started to feel better, his stomach had settled down and his headache felt better. He walked into the kitchen and made himself breakfast, a boiled egg, toast and orange juice. As he put his dishes in the sink he heard a knock at the door. He crept forward slowly and peeked out the window. Anette was standing outside a bundle of letters in her right hand, her left clutching the mail bag, and a big smile on her face. She leaned forward and knocked again. Raguna hesitated, then unlocked and opened the door.

"Hi Raguna! I've… wow you look horrible. Are you o.k.?"

"Yes I'm fine, do you have any mail for me today?"

"Yes, umm… right, here you go. One letter from Tabatha and one from Bianca."

Raguna felt like throwing up again, but this time not from the wine. "Thanks Anette I'll see you later."

She grinned and sped off, waving goodbye as she went.

Raguna looked at both letters as if they were Deathstalkers in his hands. He carefully opened the first letter, the one from Bianca.

Raguna,

What the hell did you do to Tabatha last night? She came home crying and locked herself in her room, and then she started work this morning like nothing had happened. If you hurt her, I swear to God you won't live to see tomorrow.

Bianca.

Raguna snorted to himself, and then opened the letter from Tabatha.

Mister Raguna,

I am sorry I am unable to say this to your face, but I think it would be better if you and I took a break from each other. I feel that you have changed, that you are not the man I feel in love with. He would have never called Miss Bianca a bitch, Miss Bianca is my best friend, and loyalty to a friend is more important then love. So I say goodbye to you and whatever we had. I'm sorry.

Tabatha

Raguna stared blankly at the letter for a few seconds after he had finished reading it. She was breaking up with him! It took a few more seconds before he remembered you need to breathe to live. He slowly started walking toward the mansion, his feet kicking the snow.

Near the entrance he dropped to his knees and wrote his wish in the snow. He then got up and headed off to Whale Island.

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Raguna leaned up against the Tower of Rest, his right hand holding his sword, the left still clutching the crumpled up letter. Was he really considering this? He read the letter once more before ripping it in half again and again, until he was left with a handful of confetti. He inched slowly forward until he stood on the edge of the island.

Slowly he opened his hand and let the wind take the pieces of the letter away.

He looked down at the small village of Trampoli; the villagers were probably just waking up now.

Raguna took a last deep breath and stepped over the edge.

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Bianca stepped out of her summer home in a foul mood. That jerk had made her best friend cry, and she was going to do something about it. Suddenly Bianca's eye caught some freshly written words in the snow. She bent over to examine the words, only two and they made no sense. Forgive me. She guessed that it was Raguna's wish, and she instantly stomped it out.

"She will never forgive you." Bianca hissed.

His body was found in Lake Poli the next day.

Yes? No? Good? Please R+R ASAP